Aja

man of old talking to himself in this run down water hole not crazy just lonely turns his head and I know him chief of police when I was young put me in jail more than once now he’s nearing the setting sun sitting in a bar getting drunk I can't take it I buy him one he remembers me some things I'd done harmless, really, just "you were a wild one" well, I guess I was I had my run all my thoughts now settled on being settled finish my beer and leave there's somewhere I'd rather be than... he "Aja when all my dime danc'n is through I run to you" quiet endless sea of gentle femininity my beautiful tranquility she soothes and succors every need I don't know if she knows how my heart bleeds I don't know if she sees the rough road in me unwinding in her soft eyes just feels like hard times are starting to smooth silky petals unfolding sweet nectar flowing she takes me in somewhere it feels I've always been * "Aja" by Walter Carl Becker and Donald Jay Fagen for Steely Dan